My father committed suicide when I was six years old. When you’re that young, you don’t really understand much beyond the fact that Daddy is never coming back home. And that mommy will never be the same again. She was always a drinker, but when Dad died, it increased tenfold. She hit me for the…
Life tends to have its favorites, and I have never been one of them. My sister was lucky to be born first, as life favored her far before I came along. She got most of our parents’ wealth, she graduated valedictorian, has her masters, has a beautiful family— “Kam!” Ashley’s voice broke through my existential…
When my mother was alive, she was quite the storyteller. My brothers and I were constantly told stories of her youth, how she met our father, what we were like as babies—but those were never our favorites. No, what we loved were her scary stories. She was a master of horror; she would go all…